It’s weird how this one got under my skin. I opened *Deck of Hearts* expecting another lazy click‑through with the same recycled bodies, but the writing kept pulling me back. It’s just text and cards, right? Except the cards don’t feel like props - they’re little traps for your decisions. You draw one and suddenly you’re in a room that smells like perfume and bad ideas, staring at a redhead who looks like she knows exactly how far you’ll go before folding. The game doesn’t even try to hide its filth; it leans into it like it’s proud of being shameless. And honestly, good. The MC’s voice is messy, horny, insecure, sometimes cruel, which feels way more real than those perfect hero types.

There’s this scene - I won’t spoil too much - but the moment the blonde leans over the table, teasing about “luck,” you realize the cards aren’t random at all. They’re judging you. It’s not subtle, but it works. I laughed when I shouldn’t have, mostly because the dialogue feels like something you’d overhear in a bar where everyone’s pretending not to listen. The corruption angle hits harder than expected; it’s slow, sticky, uncomfortable in the best way. I caught myself clicking slower, reading every line twice, like the words might change if I stared long enough. Sometimes they do. Maybe that’s just me projecting.

If there was an award for “Most Unnecessary Grope That Still Made Sense,” this game wins it. The AI CGs look almost too clean for the dirt they’re showing, like someone tried to polish sin. The MILF character - yeah, you’ll know her when she shows up - has this smug smile that makes the whole plot bend around her. I kinda wish the teen character had more agency, but maybe that’s the point: everyone’s trapped in their own deck. Also, whoever wrote the card descriptions must’ve been drunk or a poet. Hard to tell which. Anyway, I closed the tab and immediately reopened it. That probably says enough.

You drop into this thing as some rando mutant with a grab bag of superpowers and zero self-control, and the game basically asks, “ok, which X-babe are you corrupting first?” There’s no slow build, it just kind of throws you into the mansion vibe, with Kitty sneaking around walls, Rogue acting all “don’t touch me” and then totally letting you touch her anyway if you play your cards right, and Jean pretending she’s too important for your shit while clearly not being that strong against a bit of psychic teasing. It feels like a horny sandbox fanfic that someone made interactive after scrolling through way too many hentai tabs on Chrome. In a good way. Mostly.

The whole thing runs like a messy fantasy roleplay where you’re half student, half walking sex cheat code. One moment you’re in a “training session” with Storm, and she’s lecturing you about focus and discipline, then five dialogue clicks later she’s using lightning to pin you in place while she jerks you off slow, like she’s testing how long you can last under pressure. Kitty is peak brat energy: phasing in halfway through a scene, sitting on your lap like it’s nothing, then clipping out of your grip right when you’re about to blow, just to make you chase her through the mansion corridors. Sometimes the pacing is weird, like a scene looks like it’s building to a full-on threesome and suddenly you get kicked back to wandering around again. And the UI has this tiny button in the corner that you always forget, and it hides important stuff, and somehow that annoys more than it should.

There’s this “corruption” angle that sneaks up on you. At first you flirt, goof around, maybe get a handjob from Rogue while she struggles with her powers and gloves, and it feels kind of romantic in a fucked-up way. Then you realize you’ve slowly pushed her into public blowjob territory in the Danger Room while alarms flash red and robots spawn in the background. Jean starts as the classic redhead moral compass, but give her enough psychic pressure and she goes from lecture mode to “fine, I’ll sit on your face, but only to keep you quiet” in like three visits. Storm is accidentally the best milf in the game, all strict teacher energy with that calm, heavy-ass presence. Half the time I caught myself clicking through dialogue too fast, then going back like an idiot because the teasing lines actually carry the scenes. There are monster girls and weirder mutant stuff too, like the game forgot it was an X-Men parody and wandered into hentai swamp for a while, which honestly fits. Sometimes it feels like a horny fever dream cooked up on a broken phone during a commute, other times it hits that perfect sweet spot where you’re juggling a harem of big-titted superwomen and thinking “yeah, this is exactly the kind of trash my brain wanted today.”

Keigo feels like that dude who peaked in high school but actually never even peaked, just failed quietly and then left town. Now he drags his ass back, broke, horny, and still kinda pathetic, crashing at Ichigo’s place like some NPC side character who accidentally got promoted to main character. Ichigo’s still Ichigo, of course, walking cheat code for popularity, swords, and women, and somehow he’s married to Orihime now. And she’s exactly what all those old Bleach fanarts promised, just turned up to shameless hentai levels: giant soft tits that bounce a little too perfectly when she laughs, thighs that don’t even pretend to fit normal clothes, that smile that looks innocent until the camera angle proves it isn’t. The game knows why you clicked. It doesn’t pretend otherwise for even half a second.

What I liked is how the whole thing feels wrong in a very specific way. You’re in Ichigo’s tiny place, pretending to look for a job on your cracked phone, scrolling fake job posts like it’s LinkedIn hell, while Orihime leans over the couch in those shorts that absolutely do not count as shorts, asking if you want more tea, and you’re trying to not stare at her ass and failing completely. The mobile UI actually fits the vibe here: it feels like you’re sneaking porn in a WhatsApp group while sitting at a family dinner you weren’t invited to. Keigo tries to act like a good guest, but the game keeps throwing you small choices that slide from “just chat” into “ok, that was not friendly anymore” and then into “yeah, Ichigo would definitely punch you for this.” You start with mild flirting, then accidental boob touch that is obviously not an accident, then late night scenes in the hallway where she whispers too close, breathing on your neck, pretending she’s worried about you when her nipples are poking right through her shirt. It goes from soft corruption into full-on “I want you to fuck me while my husband is in the other room” without ever doing that big dramatic turn, it just slowly rots. Like mold on bread, sexy mold.

Sex scenes themselves are exactly what you expect and then a bit worse in the best way. Orihime rides you with those massive tits clapping in your face, eyes glazed, sucking her finger, begging you not to cum inside her, and of course the only button you actually notice is the one that makes you drain every drop in her anyway. Animated loops focus on the important stuff: her ass slamming down on your cock while you watch the ring of white around the base grow thicker, the way her belly jiggles when you push her legs up and fuck her hard, the little moment she presses a hand to her womb like she can feel you filling her. There’s a scene where Ichigo’s in the shower, humming like some idiot protagonist, and you’re behind Orihime on the kitchen table, her hair spread, creampie dripping out while she clenches around you trying not to moan too loud. The guilt is there for Keigo, kind of, but the game doesn’t pretend he’s a good guy. Which is nice. He’s just a horny loser finally getting the girl he always watched from the corner, and he ruins everything with a smile.

Weird thing that bugged me way too much: that one text notification sound they use keeps popping up in the middle of the hottest scenes, and it sounds exactly like a Telegram ping, so I kept pausing thinking someone actually messaged me. Completely yanked me out of a creampie once, I’m still annoyed about that. Also, sometimes the writing swings between decently hot dirty talk and those awkward lines like “I feel your naughty rod deep inside my womanhood” and it’s hilarious in the middle of all the moaning. But then Orihime throws her head back, calls you by name, and begs for more like she’s never been properly fucked before, and suddenly the cheesy lines don’t matter. It feels like some degenerate Bleach doujin that escaped from 2010, grabbed your phone, and decided Keigo finally deserves his turn to be scum. Honestly, he doesn’t, which is why it works.

Clara feels like the classic “good girl who moved to the city and thinks she’s independent now”, until you start messing with her head. The game sells itself as romance, but if you’re here for just cute couple stuff, you’re probably in the wrong part of the internet. This is about slowly twisting a girl who wants to be strong into someone who shivers when you tell her to kneel. Not right away. At first it’s just messages, small tasks, “wear this” or “don’t wear that” when she goes outside. She blushes, argues, says no, then does it anyway. That’s the sweet spot for me. The teasing feels personal, like that moment when you type something in Telegram you know is too much, and then hit send anyway.

The nice thing is, Clara isn’t just a cardboard cutout with tits and a blank face. She complains. She overthinks. She sends you those long, awkward texts where she tries to sound confident and ends up sounding horny and confused. There’s a scene where you tell her exactly how to undress in front of the mirror, one piece at a time, and she keeps typing “this is stupid” but never actually stops. The way the game lets you push her into stripping for you while she pretends she’s not enjoying it is kind of evil and kind of perfect. Sometimes I wished she’d resist harder, then in the next scene I got annoyed when she did. I know that makes zero sense, but that’s how it feels. Also, one tiny thing: her hair shines like she has a shampoo sponsorship, and it started to distract me. I kept thinking “ok, we got it, she’s a redhead, now choke her already”. The so-called “rules” you give her start off simple and then suddenly you’re reading her writing about what it felt like when she wasn’t allowed to touch herself all day, and you can almost feel her frustration leaking out of the screen.

The corruption part is slow enough that you can savor it, but still dirty. At the start she insists she’s not into this power thing, then a couple of scenes later she’s wet just from being told what panties to wear. There’s one moment where she’s sitting in her new apartment, legs pressed together, trying to “be good” and not break the rule you gave her, and she ends up humiliating herself in the most sweet way. That whole fantasy of being the calm guy who holds all the strings while she tries to pretend she isn’t begging for it, yeah, the game really leans into that. You get romantic bits too, not all is rough. She sends soft little messages, asks if you’re proud of her, kinda breaks your heart right after you made her do something filthy. The mix of devotion and dirty orders works better than it should. At some point you stop being sure where her limit is, or if she even has one anymore, and honestly I’m not sure I want to find it. Dare to play it alone, or invite company?